I found that ivory image there <br />Dancing with her chosen youth, <br />But when he wound her coal-black hair <br />As though to strangle her, no scream <br />Or bodily movement did I dare, <br />Eyes under eyelids did so gleam; <br />Love is like the lion's tooth. <br /> <br />When She, and though some said she played <br />I said that she had danced heart's truth, <br />Drew a knife to strike him dead, <br />I could but leave him to his fate; <br />For no matter what is said <br />They had all that had their hate; <br />Love is like the lion's tooth. <br /> <br />Did he die or did she die? <br />Seemed to die or died they both? <br />God be with the times when I <br />Cared not a thraneen for what chanced <br />So that I had the limbs to try <br />Such a dance as there was danced - <br />Love is like the lion's tooth.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crazy-jane-grown-old-looks-at-the-dancers/
